I've really been enjoying my holiday especially the fact that I have had time to write again.

So here you go.

Please let me know what you think.

I hope you like it.

'Let go off her.' I hear behind me.

'Or what?' The man says.

'You don't want to find out.' I hear.

'She's just a filthy prostitute. She isn't worth anything.' I turn away hurt by the truth of the words and see it's Will who's behind me.

He looks angry. 'She means everything to me and now you're going to let her go.'

The man smiles. 'After I do her you can have her.'

Will hits the man before I can even realize what's happening. The bartender just walks back in. 'I forget where I lef-' He starts. 'HEY! What's happening here?'

'Go outside.' Will says to me. 'I handle it.' He pushes me toward the door.

I open it and walk outside. Shocked..

It wasn't right what the man did but he's right.

I'm filthy.

I'm worthless.

This can happen again.

I'm going to hear this the rest of my life.

'Heey, I have your stuff.' Will walks out the restaurant. 'What's the matter?' He asks.

'Nothing.' I try to smile and grab my stuff. 'I'd be better go find a hotel.'

'I'm staying at a hotel nearby with my brother. I'm sure they have rooms left.'

'Uhm…Maybe it's better if I stay somewhere else.'

'Nonsense, here.' He grabs my stuff and my hand.

'Okay…' I say.

We would through a few streets. After about 10 minutes we come to a really big expensive hotel.

'You've gotta be kidding me. I won't throw my money away like that.'

'It's the one on the other side.'

I turn around. The hotel looks nice but not too nice. 'Ooo'

'Haha, do you think I'm a millionaire or something.'

'Maybe…Sorry, I shouldn't judge people.'

'It's hard I get it. Everyone does it.' He walks to the hotel.

'Yeah, but still. I should know better. I get judged all the time I know what it's like and still I judge.'

He holds the door open for me. 'Nobody's perfect. Come on.'

I walk in. He right behind me and walks up to the desk.

'Good evening.' The woman behind the desk says and smiles flirty at him.

'Good evening, I'm in room 209, and she.' He points me out but she only looks at her. 'Likes to get a room here.'

I step forward 'Hi.'

'Hi' She says still looking at Will.

'And I would really like it if her room could be near mine. If that's possible.'

'O, I'll look what I can do for you and your girlfriend.' She looks disappointed.

'he's not my boyfriend.' I say.

She finally looks at me. 'Not? O then maybe we could go out sometime.' She looks back at Will.

'Sorry, You seem great but though she isn't my girlfriend. I really want her to be.'

I turn red. 'Could you please look if there's a room left.' I try to change the subject.

'Sure, the room next to his is available. Is that okay?' she asks

'Yes, can I pay?'

'O course.' She turns back to Will. 'Sorry, I'm normally not like this but I just had to ask.'

'It's okay.' He smiles at me.

I hand her the money. 'Here you go.'

'Thank you, enjoy your stay.' She smiles.

'Thanks, bye.' I walk to the elevator and push the button.

'So you and woman.' I say.

'What?' He asks.

'So how many girlfriends were there. 10? 15?' I ask.

The elevator opens. 'What happened to no judging?' He asks.

'This isn't judging. It's an observation.' I walk in the elevator.

'I've had 4 girlfriends.' He says.

'4? Really?'

'So what about you before everything you must have had a boyfriend.'

'No, I had a best friend that was more than enough for me. Before I could ever really think about love my mom died. So I wasn't looking for a boyfriend.'

'Smart, but I still don't get it. You're way to pretty.'

'I never saw it that way and it wasn't like guys didn't ask me out. They did but I just told them 'no'.'

'You make it sound so easy.'

'It is.' We're at the 2nd floor. I walk out the elevator. I stop for the room with 210 on it.

'It isn't. I'm not good at telling a girl 'no'. I have to have an excuse.'

'Making up an excuse isn't that hard.' I turn to the door and put the key in the locket.

'For you.' I turn back to him. The words hit me.

'What does that mean?' I ask angry.

He puts my bags down and puts both his hands on a side of the wall beside me.

I look into his eyes. What does he want I wonder.

'I mean when are you going to stop making excuses for yourself.' He says.

'I'm not.' I say.

'You are, You know you're lying to yourself. I can't take it anymore. Stop making excuses. Stop holding yourself back. Stop looking for excuses with something that is here.'

I don't say a thing. I don't know what to say.

'I'll proof it to you.' He comes even closer and pushes his lips against mine.

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